I thought I would get bored

Turns out I'm just very good at details

And I get annoyed more easily than I had expected

Maybe I just like the idea of love, more than the reality of having it

Maybe, I'm just not capable of feeling the same way as everyone else

And I'm okay with that

How long should can this last? Maybe six months?

That seems like a lot of time to be unhappy

Maybe the words I'm writing are a lie

Or a happy truth that I refuse to see